He breathes a sigh of relief, once he's free of the stifling, tight fabric, and he's about to follow Lan Zhan right out of the dressing room, when he sneaks away with a kiss on his cheek and closes the door before he can tag along. He puffs his cheeks for a moment, pouting, but it's not long before a pile of red fabric falls over the top of the door, and Lan Zhan returns.

It takes a bit of work to drag the long dress down, and he holds it up for a moment. The color is nice, but he's not sure how it'll fit. The other dress had stretch, but this just has what, zipper things? He tugs it down, trying to decide if it's easier to step into the top or go up through the bottom of the dress. After raising a wobbly leg to try to step in and almost off-balancing himself, he decides that going at it from underneath is probably the safer option.

"Can you help hold it up, Lan Zhan?" he asks, then burrows under it without waiting for a reply. It's not much easier, trying to get it over his shoulders this way, but at least he's not trying to keep his balance.

"And the back? I can't quite, um... the zipper?"